A Jesus Poem
In a Shanghai bar
the local guy sings
The Rivers of Babylon
like it didn’t matter
his workmates (he’s the boss)
clap like crazy Jamaicans
because it doesn’t matter
I sit here clapping too
like it doesn’t really matter
today it's Easter Sunday
but that is Heaven's part
time is gone to another place
barbershops full of thick hair
the mad in China working hard
to gather all their babies in
I'm trying hard to imagine you
drinking another drink
singing a heart-felt song
like it ought to matter.
© 2016 Rob Schackne
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